It is not prose or verse
But fact of course
Life I have I lived
And certainly believed
I feel no hunger
It has subsided anger too
I feel someone should always talk
Bring smile on face and never block
I feel pain
When remain
In touch with their gloomy faces
They have not enjoyed divine grace
I feel sad as can't share
I even can't ignore
I feel like to remind them as their role
But I have no time left for them to call
I feel contended
But what has been ordered!
It is taking place as if of slow death
I slowly close the eyes and take deep breathe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is not prose or verse But fact of course Life I have I lived